'Not night shifts,' he snapped. 'We're not talking about night shifts, you know that, Mrs Howard. Now, please answer the question. Has he ever stayed out all night before?'
'Yes. A couple of times, but I didn't half give him – '
'I'm not interested in what you gave him. Why did he stay out on these occasions? Another woman?'
'No! You think I'd put up with that…'
'Then what, Mrs Howard? What did you put up with?'
'It was playing cards, usually. And drink. He'd get in a game and get a bit of drink down him, then he'd turn up next day, skint usually, and hardly able to walk.'
'So that's what he might have been doing last night?'
'After you'd had him here all the previous night? No, all Jimmy would want would be to get home and wash the stink of them cells off him before he went out.'
'You're saying he wouldn't even have popped in for a quick one?'
'Mebbe that. But no more. That was one thing about Jimmy, couldn't bear feeling mucky. Used to shower straight off when he came home from shift, both in the Force and in his new job.'
So cleanliness if not godliness got him home, thought Pascoe.
He asked, 'Like his new job, does he?'
'Well enough. It's something. Keeps him from getting under my feet.'
Shower apart, thought Pascoe looking at the broadly built, gaunt-faced, resentful-eyed woman before him, what else was there to lure Howard home?
He said, 'I shouldn't worry too much, Mrs Howard – '
'I don't need you to tell me how much I should worry,' she interrupted. 'Time was when I had to put up with patronizing pillocks like you for Jimmy's sake, but that at least's all behind us. All I want from you now is to tell me what's going off.'
'Why, nothing,' he said. 'It was you who came to us, remember, asking about your husband…'
'Aye, and if you really just thought he'd gone on the booze, I'd not be sitting here talking to a chief inspector. I know how you lot work, and I know what you reckon to them you get rid of, and there's no way someone married to one of them 'ud get more than the time of day from a plod on the desk if there weren't something serious going off.'
I really must pull myself together, Pascoe thought. Dalziel's righter than he knows. I've not been pulling my weight this week, and even when I'm going through the motions, I'm not really taking heed. Thick, unattractive, termagant, that's how I summed her up and that seemed enough. But she's not thick; and what the hell would I look like if I was in here worried sick about Ellie's whereabouts? As for termagant… 'Lost your tongue or what?' she demanded… well, one out of three wasn't bad.
'Mrs Howard,' he said gently. 'You're quite right. We are concerned about Jimmy, though without any firm reason for being so. If there were anything positive to tell you, I would, but there isn't. You know we had him in in connection with a possible drugs offence. There is no prospect of our charging him which is why we let him go. But the drugs world is not a healthy place to be even on the fringes of. If there's anything at all you can tell us, if you have any reason yourself to believe Jimmy could be in danger, tell me. I'm not asking you to incriminate him. This is between you and me. No recording, no record even. For Jimmy's sake. Tell me.'
There was no answer to Wield's ringing at Jane Ambler's flat. A neighbour emerged non-coincidentally just as he was about to give up and said, 'She's probably gone to work.'
'Always work on a Saturday, does she?'
'Sometimes. I just know she went out at her usual time this morning.'
'No one staying with her just now, is there? Or visit her late last night?'
'Not that I know of. You police?'
'What makes you say that?'
'Well you lot were round searching her place, weren't you? I asked her about it and she said it was all a mix-up. Still mixed up, are you?'
'Thanks for your help,' said Wield.
It didn't sound promising, but as he was heading for Wanwood anyway, if she was there, he could kill two birds with one stone.
DC Novello said, 'It was that video tape you were looking at, sir. There was something… could we see it again?'
Might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, she thought. And if what she imagined she'd noticed proved a chimera, then at least she'd be able to start her back-tracking right off!
Dalziel rose and led the way to the audio-visual room. With Wield in charge of the tape, it was stored safely away in its catalogued place. He put it into the player and switched on. Nothing happened.
'Got to switch on the monitor as well, sir,' suggested Novello helpfully.
'Wondered when you'd spot that,' said Dalziel. 'Here, you'd best have the remote seeing as you're a technological genius.'
They watched Cap Marvell's confrontation with Des Patten, saw the cutters begin to swing back, saw Wendy Walker's intervention…
'It's here,' said Novello slowing the frames down. 'You all seemed to be watching the chesty dame' – Dalziel glanced at her narrowly. Could there really be someone in the Mid-Yorkshire Force who didn't know about his thing with Cap? – 'looking to see if she were really going to swing those things at the security guard, right? But I was watching the skinny one. If you look at her, well, if you're trying to stop someone launching an attack, it's them you'd face, isn't it? It's them you'd look at as you were talking. But she stands in front of the fat lass with her back to her and her arms spread wide, almost like she was protecting her from the guard. And she never takes her eyes off the man, see?'
Dalziel realized that he'd done it again. He'd only had eyes for Cap. In slow motion he could see quite clearly the definition of her upper-body muscles under the wet sweater as she swung the cutters back, the quiet resolution on that still, determined face. Not the expression of a woman in a murderous rage, he realized. Gentle tap between the legs to clear her path perhaps, but it came to him now that he knew beyond doubt she wasn't about to coldly and deliberately fracture someone's skull.
He ought to ring her. He ought to get up now and ring her and tell her, no, there wasn't any new evidence but he knew she was innocent, and even if she weren't, it didn't matter…
Novello said uneasily, 'What do you think, sir?'
Dalziel said, 'Play it again, lass.'
By the time Wield got to Wanwood, the weather which in town had merely seemed on the drizzly side of murky was wild and wintry and the wind roamed among the trees like a berserker who, having stripped his victims naked, is now bent on rending them limb from limb.
The guard on duty at the gate said, 'You're out of luck if you want Dr Batty. Not here.'
'Oh. Place shuts down at the weekend, does it?'
'More or less. Get one or two people in usually. Got to be someone to take care of the animals, I suppose.'
'I'm glad to hear it. Miss Ambler in?'
'Yeah. Mr Patten said it was all right.'
Brooding on this strange choice of words, Wield drove up the drive and parked in front of the TecSec office next to a white Polo.
'Can't keep you away, can we?' said Patten as he entered on a blast of damp cold air. 'What's it today? There's no one here except us chickens.'
'I thought Jane Ambler was in?'
'That's right. There she is. If it's her you're after, she won't be long.'
He spun his chair to face the bank of TV monitors and pointed at one. On it Wield saw Jane Ambler in what looked like a cloakroom removing articles from a locker and dropping them into a sports holdall. At her side was a TecSec guard.
'What's going off?' asked Wield.
Patten spun back to face him.
'What? You don't know?'
'Know what?'
'She's been fired!'
'Eh? But you said that her and Batty…'
Over Patten's shoulder, he saw Ambler go to what looked like a store room and open the door. The TecSec man spoke to her, as if asking what business she had in there. She seemed to be urging him to go in and check for himself.
'Had a t
hing going? Yeah, but that's all it is to the randy doc, a thing. Puts his own thing about in a big way. Of course it did mean she could cause trouble for him at home if so inclined, but not any longer, not since the night before last.'
The guard stood on the threshold of the store room. The woman gave him a sharp push, slammed the door behind him and turned the key.
Wield said, 'What happened the night before last?'
Patten grinned, clearly enjoying himself.
'Seems the doc got home to find his clothes shoved into a lot of bin liners out on the lawn and the locks all changed. His wife was onto him at last and had chucked the poor sod out, sent him running home to Mummy and Daddy.'
Ambler had left the room and vanished from the screen without appearing on another. The corridors weren't covered by the system it appeared. Patten glanced round as if alerted by Wield's straying gaze.
'Finished, is she? Good, she'll come back this way and you can have your chat with her.'
'I thought Batty was in a funny mood yesterday,' said Wield. 'But you didn't know about this when we talked, did you?'
'No. I was knocked right back when about an hour after you left, he called through to say that he'd just been on the phone to Ambler and told her she was fired and would I delete her authority to enter Wanwood.'
'But she has entered,' objected Wield. And was still entering. She had appeared on the screen showing what he thought was Batty's office and now she was unlocking a drawer in his desk.
'Turned up saying she wanted to clear her personal things out. Didn't want the embarrassment of coming back when everyone was in. So I gave her an escort and sent her through.'
He glanced round again, just missing the woman's exit from the office after removing an envelope from the drawer and putting it into her holdall.
'Do you think she reckoned that if Batty and his wife ever split up, the doctor would take up with her permanent?' asked Wield.
'Could be. Hey, you don't think she were the one bubbled Batty to his missus?' The idea seemed to delight Patten. 'If that's right then it must have been a real sickener when, far from getting the man, all she gets is the sack!'
Ambler was now in one of the rooms in which the experimental animals were kept. She left the door wide open, pushed open all the windows, then started unlocking the cages.
'So how did you find out about the split-up?' asked Wield who could see where his duty lay but recalled the warnings in a recent policy communique about the dangers of overofficiousness. Think before you act, had been the advice. So now he was thinking.
'Rang the captain, to tell him what was happening and he gave me the sp. He's a bit of a lad himself, and it did cross my mind that maybe he was giving Mrs Batty one and had let it out that the doc was playing away too.'
'Why would he do that? I mean, after all, your setup here depends on Dr Batty's goodwill, doesn't it?'
'Business arrangements all signed and sealed,' grinned Patten. 'And goodwill goes out of the window when a good fuck comes through the door, eh, sergeant?'
Jane Ambler had come through another door and was repeating her liberation tactics.
Reluctantly Wield resisted the temptation to debate Patten's interesting proposition. Thinking time was over and he had to speak before Patten noticed for himself.
He said, 'RSPCA would be glad to see how well you exercise your animals.'
'Eh?' Patten spun round. 'Jesus! Why the hell didn't you say something sooner?'
He hammered a button which set an alarm screaming.
'Thought it might be part of her duties,' said Wield not trying very hard to sound convincing.
'Bollocks! And where the hell's that idiot I sent to keep an eye on her? Come on. We'd best get down there and sort this out.'
'You want me? You think there's been a crime committed?'
But Patten wasn't playing any more games. He rushed past Wield and out of the office.
For a brief moment the sergeant stood and looked at the monitors which showed him a variety of small animals emerging nervously from their cages and sniffing the air of freedom with every sign of doubt.
'Know just how you feel,' said Wield. Then followed. ii
'Thank you,' said Andy Dalziel into the phone. 'Thank you very much indeed.'
He banged the receiver down and turned his benevolent gaze upon DC Novello who, doubting the evidence of her own eyes, said uneasily, 'Good news, sir?'
'I think so,' he said. But before he could share it, if that were his intention, the door burst open and Pascoe came in.
'I think I've got something, sir,' he said.
'If it's catching, bugger off,' said the Fat Man.
'It's Mrs Howard,' said Pascoe riding the familiar joke with an ease which Novello noted and registered. 'She's dead certain there's something iffy about TecSec. Says that her Jimmy used to drink a lot with Rosso, that's ex-Private Rosthwaite, Sanderson's old batman…'
'Yes, yes, I know who he is. Was,' said Dalziel impatiently. 'Are we getting close to the good stuff or have I missed it already?'
Again Novello noted the lack of reaction to the provocations. Was this the secret of survival?
'She says she used to go on about him, Rosso, I mean, because she reckoned he was such a piss artist, he was leading even Jimmy astray. Then they stopped going out together. She gloated – not her word but that's what she meant – and Jimmy told her to put a sock in it, it wasn't anything she'd said, it was just that it wasn't good policy, not for a man starting out on a new career.'
'Meaning?'
'Perhaps that Rosso, pissed, was telling Jimmy things he didn't want to know. Mrs Howard says that it was clear Rosso really resented the way that Patten had come into the company and got level billing while he was still very much the faithful retainer.'
'Then he ran into a tree,' said Dalziel.
'And Jimmy went very quiet after that.'
'Old friend dies, it knocks you back.'
'He wasn't grieving, not according to his missus. Or if he was, it was Jimmy he grieved for.'
'That it?'
'More or less,' said Pascoe rather sulkily. (So he was vulnerable, thought Novello.) 'Anyway I can see that you've got something far more important and significant to tell me.'
'Don't pout, else you'll have Wieldy sending you valentines. And what you've said fits nicely with what I've just found out. It were Ivor here who put me onto it.'
Pascoe glanced at Novello who gave him the bewildered smile of a United supporter who has strayed into a City pub and been bought a pint.
'Well done,' he said.
'Aye, bloody well done,' said Dalziel. 'You've not been using her proper, Peter. Think on. I'll have no discrimination in my department. Ivor, go and fetch my car round to the front, eh? We'll be down in two shakes of a tart's tail.'
'So what's the startling revelation?' said Pascoe after the woman had gone.
Dalziel was busy dialling a number. He said, 'Shit,' as he got the engaged tone then pressed the repeat redial button.
'We were asking wrong question, lad,' he said. 'It shouldn't have been whether or not Cap meant to attack Patten, but why was Wendy Walker acting as peacekeeper? I mean, she was a real fire-eater that one, and we know her main aim was to get a reputation in the animal protest game as an extremist, ready to go all the way for the cause. Here was the perfect situation. Scratch a few eyes out, smash a few windows, create merry hell till she got arrested and had her day in court. But what does she do? Pours oil on troubled waters. Why?'
'You're going to tell me. Eventually,' said Pascoe.
'Because she clocks Des Patten. It's not a face to forget, is it? And she's seen it before.'
'Oh yes. Where?'
'Wieldy checked Patten out, 'cos he thought he might have been doing something dodgy between vanishing out of Mid-Yorkshire and reappearing as Sanderson's partner. He were disappointed to find that all he'd been doing was working for Task Force Five, the Manchester security company.'
'Y
es, I know who they are. So? Oh shit.'
'Aye lad,' said Dalziel reproachfully. 'You did the liaising with Redcar when ALBA had their bit of bother last summer. It's all in your file. Fraser Greenleaf's security was looked after by Task Force Five.'
'But I didn't know that Patten… I mean, TecSec didn't come on the Wanwood scene till after my investigation, did they?'
'No matter, lad,' said Dalziel magnanimously. 'Even Homer has to take a leak. I've just been on the bell to Redcar. They've checked. And yes, Des Patten was on the security staff at Fraser Greenleaf. He had a disagreement about overtime payments and jacked it in about three weeks before the raid where Shufflebottom got killed.'
'And Ellie said that Wendy had been up there on a visit not long before. You think she met him?'
'Saw him in a pub, maybe. Her brother says hello, tells her he's a colleague and because of that scar, the face sticks. And then she sees him again.'
'But why should that rouse her suspicions? He is in the business, after all.'
'Probably doesn't. Not at first. In fact she might be more worried he'd clock her and start asking questions. So she calms things down, cooperates to get away without any more hassle. But when she gets home she starts thinking. And when she catches on that we're asking questions about whether ANIMA could have been involved in the previous raid at Wanwood which in its turn looked tied into the Redcar raid, bells start buzzing. She mebbe starts asking questions about TecSec, finds they got the contract as a result of that summer raid. It's still a long way even from firm suspicion, but unfortunately for her, Patten's cottoned onto who she is.'
'How?' asked Pascoe.
Dalziel scratched his neck punitively and said, 'Me. First thing I did when I saw her was mention Burrthorpe. Patten were earwigging. He must've known Shufflebottom's background. Not summat he'd keep secret. Perhaps Wendy's face rang a bell with him too. And it wouldn't be difficult to check her maiden name.'
'And he killed her on the off chance she was onto something?' said Pascoe incredulously.
'Why not? Soldier's creed, isn't it? You get 'em in your sights, shoot. You may not have another chance. But mebbe there was more. She must have slept on it and woke up feeling worried whether she had summat or nowt. So she called on Cap Marvell for a chat…'
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